Oh, and I am subbing on the most unfortunate of days: April Fools.
Lord give me strength, for none do I posess.
You're Mother Night!
by Kurt Vonnegut
Nobody knows what to believe about you, and you know least of all. You
spent most of your time convinced that the ends justify the means, but your means were,
well, downright mean! And the end is nigh. Meanwhile all you want is to travel back in
time, if not to change, then to just delight in the way it used to be. You are who you
pretend to be. Oh yes, you're the great pretender.
Take the Book Quiz
at the Blue Pyramid.